Thursday, April 27, 2017

Toro: Hell Yeah!

What happens when a former World Championship cowboy butts heads with a gorgeous lady bullfighter?

Well, let’s see…

Mesmerized, Bull Redford watched as the beautiful Matador stepped out of her red panties and waved them in front of his face like a cape. "I never met a bull I couldn't tame, Mr. Redford. What do you have to say to that?"

Licking his lips, he gave her a wicked smile. "I say, Ole! Bring it on, honey. You've got the bull by the horn."

Sure enough, sparks fly.

Come join the party when a man who thinks his future has no room for a woman, meets the one woman he can’t live without.

Danger, adventure, pageantry, and more hot sex than you can wave a cape at.

Ole!

Toro!

EXCERPT

Isabella had never been more aware of a man before. Benedict was so big, so powerful. Even here, away from the danger, he seemed to use his body as a shield, standing close enough she could feel his heat. Her body reacted, tingling at the prospect of touching him. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Don’t thank me, yet.” Bull couldn’t keep from touching her, not if his life depended on it. Grasping her hands in his, he held them over her head. “You were magnificent and you scared the fuck out of me.” He bent his head and kissed a path from her cheek to her neck. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or spank your ass for putting yourself in such danger.”

“Kiss me now, spank me later,” she whispered. Isabella couldn’t resist her teasing remark. Just gazing at his face and hearing the concern in his voice shattered any resolve to withhold herself from him into a million fiery particles.

Hearing the green light in her voice, he captured her mouth. The heat she gave off scorched him. As soon as their lips touched, her passion erupted like an exploding volcano, her lips drinking greedily from his as if she were quenching a raging thirst.

“My God,” Bull groaned as he dragged his mouth from hers so he could search her beautiful face. Even obstructed by the damn mask, he thought she was exquisite. He was stunned. “You want me?”

“More than air,” she whispered and he responded by catching her mouth again, sending her spiraling back to the point of no control with only the touch of his lips.

Bull couldn’t fathom her reaction to him. He’d never experienced this white-hot passion with anyone before, it surged through his blood and sparked across his skin.

“I need you, Benedict.”

“God, I need you too, baby.” His hands were all over her, tangling in her hair, then tugging at her mask.

“No, leave it on,” she cautioned him. “Please.”

Bull snarled but moved on, pushing the vest she wore from her shoulders and tugging at the buttons on her blouse. While his fingers were busy, so were hers, tearing open his shirt and letting her palms graze the golden mat of hair on his chest in fascination. His mouth trailed the graceful arch of her throat and as he unveiled the upper swells of her breast, his lips moved down to nuzzle the creamy mounds. Gone were any doubts about his ability to perform, he’d never been harder in his life. “I wish we were somewhere else, somewhere so I could lay you down on a soft bed instead of taking you up against a hard wall.” In awe, Bull let his eyes rake over her.

“I don’t care, Benedict. I don’t want to wait.” Her eyes were closed, her whole body shaking with overwhelming sensation as she reached up and tugged the cups of her bra down. When she did, her breasts popped up and she bowed her back, offering them to him.

“Are you real?” he whispered, not understanding how he’d passed through the gates of heaven without realizing.

“Touch me and see.”

Bull was on fire, every nerve throbbing, every muscle bunched. His own arousal was on overload, he had no more control than she did. When she held out her hands for him, he moved against her gladly. Immediately her arms wrapped around him and her fingers wove through his hair.

Their lips ate at one another with hunger and she felt the raspy pleasure of his hair-roughened chest caressing the aching tips of her breasts. Between them, she could feel his powerful arousal rubbing against her and she pressed closer to him, aching to open the cradle of her thighs and welcome him inside. “Oh, please, Benedict, I can’t wait.”

“My God, you’re a wild little thing. You’re as fearless in bed as you are in the bullring, aren’t you?” Bending his head, he took one swollen nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. And when he did, wild wasn’t a word that even applied anymore. The woman in his arms flared up in a blaze of glory. Her hands slid up and raked at his hair, clutching a handful hard enough to sting, and letting out the sexiest cry he’d ever heard.

Isabella was shaking, his hands on her body were so mind-blowingly pleasurable that she could feel no shame, no doubts. All she could process was elation, this was what lovemaking should be like, this was what she’d dreamed about. When Benedict’s lips left her breast, she tried to draw him back.

“No, I need this,” he whispered, going to his knees.

Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 60 books in 9 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.